This chapter was a little hard for me to write. Was having trouble on what I wanted to happen. I wanted to get it up soon though because I'm supposed to be starting work next week. Hopefully the next one will be easier.

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Chapter 3

Welcome to Washington

I stretched long as I woke up the next morning. My back felt wonderful after sleeping in the hotel bed. The pillows were amazing. Rolling over I noticed that my mother was not in her bed. 'Must be getting some grub.' I thought to myself.

Swinging my feet over the bed I grabbed for my Billabong hoodie and threw my hair into a sloppy bun to keep it out of my face. I took a quick look in the mirror and realized I looked like hell. I didn't really give a shit though as I walked out the door and down the hall.

There was a spread of all kinds of breakfast food. I opted for a waffle. After pulling the tap for the batter and pouring it on their waffle maker I let it sit while I poured myself a cup of coffee.

Looking around I notice my mother wasn't in the lobby. I peeked around the corner and looked out the front window. Sure enough there she was puffing away on a cigarette. Then I noticed the other occupant in the room.

Mr. Biker himself was sitting at one of the two computers in the back corner. I quickly got my food and headed to his direction. "Never got your name." I stated as I sat on the couch next to the computers.

"Happy."

I raised my brows at the one. "Is that a joke?"

He just shook his head and kept at whatever he was doing.

"Well. I'm Alyssa. It's nice to meet you Happy." I bit off a piece of the waffle. Not bad for hotel food. "Whatcha looking at?" I asked around my food.

"Non-ya." Definitely not a man of many words.

"Seems to be hurting your head." Setting my plate down on the table in front of me I got up to stand behind him. What can I say, I'm a nosy person. "You even know what your doing?"

He looked up at me and the back at the screen. I noticed that he had a map brought up on Google. "I can't get the god damn thing to zoom in." He stated.

I bent over and took over the mouse. After a few clicks I had it zoomed in. "There. That any better?"

He just grumbled out a thanks and started writing down what looked like directions. Like I said. He didn't seem like a man of many words.

"I thought you were from Tacoma."

"I am."

"Then why do you need directions so bad if you know where you're going?" Didn't make since to me. I hadn't been up to Washington in nearly four years and I didn't even need directions. It was pretty easy if you ask me. Just hop on the I-5 and drive north for awhile.

He finished writing and closed the window. "Does it matter?" He asked pushing the chair back and getting up.

"You seem to be in a bad mood today. What happened to I have a nice ass, huh?"

He grunted looking me up and down. "That was last night." He said. "Have you seen yourself today?"

I nodded smiling. I honestly knew I looked like crap, but I normally didn't care until after I had my morning caffeine. "You don't look so good yourself."

"Gee. Thanks" He said. What an ass. And here I thought he wasn't the typical brooding biker. Guess I can be wrong sometimes.

"Well… Happy." I said. "I'm going back to my room. I kind of hope I never see you again. Don't like to surround myself with negativity."

To my astonishment he smiled. "Don't get caught through the Siskiyou. It's tortuous this time of year." His comment was in vein. I already had my back to him and walking back to my room.

When I got back my mom was already there. She must have been back for awhile because she was just getting out of the shower. "You gonna take one before we leave?"

"Yeah." I was still irritated at the fact the Happy was an asshole. It's not my damn fault he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I even help him and he still treated me like I was just the scum on his shoes.

"You okay?" Mom was towel drying her hair. She had the thickest blonde hair I had ever seen. Long, thick and wavy. Guess she's where I got my full head of hair from. Not the color though. That was from my father's sister.

I shook it off. "Yeah. Just ran into that jerk biker from last night. Rubbed me the wrong way this morning. Needs one of your fucking pills if you ask me."

"Yeah well. Don't let it bother you any. Not like you'll see him again. This was just some freak accident seeing him again." She said.

I knew she was right. I shouldn't let it get to me. I just waved her off and went to get my things to take a shower. I was getting anxious to leave. The sooner I got to my new home the better.

Within two hours I was ready and had everything packed back into the back of the Vue. We were on the road again. I was driving again. After yesterday I didn't want to have another anxiety attack with my mom driving. Love her to death, but I just can't handle it.

It's really not her. I just have trust issue being in the car with other people after my accident. Gives me a sense of comfort know I have the control.

About ten miles down the road my mom started rummaging through the side of door. Pulling out what I thought was an empty cigarette pack she shook it and said, "Want to get high?"

"You read my mind." She lit up the joint she was hiding and took and puff. Then she pasted it to me. I inhaled and let the smoke inflate my lungs. Passing it back to her I let my hit out. Felt nice.

We road with cloudy minds for awhile. There was only about four and a half hours left in our trip. If we played it right we'd make it there by two thirty.

Grandma called about an hour before we got there and we laughed about some old memories from when I was little. She used to pick me up from my preschool every weekend and I would fall asleep in her car. She didn't want me to fall asleep on the drive so she came up with a rouse to keep me awake.

She used to tell me that there were buffalo under the trees on the side of the freeway and that I need to look vary hard to find them. It actually work for a few years until I got smart to the idea that buffalo didn't run wild in that area.

So when I talked to her on the phone she laughed saying, "Watch for the buffalo." Funny enough we actually saw some outside of Portland on some ranch.

Mom got some great pictures once we got off the freeway. There was a beautiful view of Mt. Reiner not far from her house. It was absolutely breathe taking. The mountain had snow on it and the clouds let you see it, but blanketed it in the most amazing way. It was neat looking at it in front of us and the redwoods on either side.

Soon enough we were pulling into the house on 154th way in the Scenic Shores neighborhood. I was so glad to be done with the trip. My ass couldn't take another moment of sitting in that car. "Welp, Alyssa." My mom said turning to me. "Welcome to Washington."